Fireflies.

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Fireflies: summer nights. 

All ruined by my memories. 

I can't live a day without hatred. 

It's what I cling to- what I need. 

You've screwed me over-

Take what it is you want. 

I only have what it is you see-

What keeps me sane and hanging on.

By that tiny shred of hope. 

The only thing I can't be stripped of. 

They can't take my soul from me--

Why didn't you just kill me? 

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